The Queen of the ball: 1. poem of the queen

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1. poem of the queen

Now September winds tear the golden lace
And away it flies in the rainy night,
While the music is sweet and a flutist plays.
So I wish to see shining candlelights!

Now a grave and the palace - it's all the same ,
All the same, if I lost the hopeful years.
I have loved, you hear, I am not ashamed!
I' m in love - my payment is a cup of tears.

Fiddles crying as me of the pain unhealed.
You…And a storm of the leaves, falling on outside.
It's a dream, it's a tale, it cannot be real -
We beheld one another in darkness of lies.

I am tired of glances, so jealously cold.
What's for me I am called the Queen of the ball ?
What's for me I am spared by wars and revolts?
I am tired, I have had enough of this all…

Now September winds tear the golden lace.
If you're out of sight - never out of mind.
So I wish the candles to burn in a blaze -
So that heat of the flame will destroy the night!
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This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

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